Nick and I went to see
The DaVinci Code yesterday afternoon. We hit
Sweet Sophie's afterwards for salads and Prosciutto-wrapped asparagus spears. Mmm. Anyway, none of this is pertinent to my post, it was just an enjoyable afternoon to evening...and if my recent months have taught me nothing else, I have learned to appreciate the myriad little things that inspire joy.
We were only recently seated at the restaurant when Nick expressed his frustrations....with the popcorn kernel stuck in his lower right molar. He was disquieted to say the least, and way too proper to extract the nuisance with a poor mannered mouthward-insertion of his index finger. He made it through the meal like a trooper, but I could tell from the telltale look in his eyes that he was rapidly losing his waged war with patience.
We both partook of the complimentary toothpicks on our departure from the establishment, walking side-by-side until the path narrowed and Nick gently nudged me forward, inviting me to take the lead. I did so and in little time realized that Nick was no longer behind me. He was arrested there at the narrowing of the walk, slightly stooped over and intense. And, at once the silence of the moment and the calm of my concerned gaze were shattered as he extracted the toothpick from his mouth and waved it theatrically through the night air, crying "GOT IT!"
